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           ThedogwasalmosttotherailfenceattheedgeofthegroundswhenIfeltsomebodyslipupbehindme.Twopeople.Ididn’tturn,butIknewitwastheblackboynamedGeeverandthenursewiththebirthmarkandthecrucifix.Iheardawhiroffearstartupinmyhead.Theblackboytookmyarmandpulledmearound."I’llget‘im,"hesays.

           "It’schillyatthewindowthere,Mr.Bromden,"thenursetellsme."Don’tyouthinkwe’dbetterclimbbackintoournicetoastybed?"

           "Hecain’thear,"theblackboytellsher."I’lltakehim.He’salwaysuntyinghissheetandroaming‘round."

           AndImoveandshedrawsbackastepandsays,"Yes,pleasedo,"totheblackboy.She’sfiddlingwiththechainrunsdownherneck.Athomeshelocksherselfinthebathroomoutofsight,stripsdown,andrubsthatcrucifixalloverthatstainrunningfromthecornerofhermouthinathinlinedownacrosshershouldersandbreasts.SherubsandrubsandhailsMarytobeatthunder,butthestainstays.Shelooksinthemirror,seesit’sdarker’never.Finallytakesawirebrushusedtotakepaintoffboatsandscrubsthestainaway,putsanightgownonovertheraw,oozinghide,andcrawlsinbed.

           Butshe’stoofullofthestuff.Whileshe’sasleepitrisesinherthroatandintohermouth,drainsoutofthatcornerofhermouthlikepurplespitanddownherthroat,overherbody